This is it, guys. I’m
heading into senior year as soon as summer ends. Why am I already thinking
about the end of the summer when summer just started? Because it’s making me
cry. It’s that time in life where everyone wants to know what I’m going to do;
everyone wants an answer to my future, and half of them want something like
“get an awesome job,” “go to grad school,” or “get married,” and frankly, I
don’t know the answer to anything right now.